Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.